Sillk Scarf
"It's not a scarf. It's an ascot tie, and it's vintage."
It might be vintage, but as far as Kaoru is concerned, the way Enishi has tucked the scarf - ascot tie - into his starched white collar makes him look like a mid-century sailboat captain.
Kaoru looks down at her plain sleeveless blouse and flowery skirt, and she frowns. "So you're saying I'm underdressed."
"I didn't say that. But yes, you are."
Kaoru curses, then turns on her heel and stalks back to her clothes rack. "Why do you always invite me to these stupid rich people events, anyway?"
Enishi leans against the bedroom doorway. "I can count on you to order me the drinks I like."
Kaoru glares back at him. "That's the only reason, huh?"
He ignores her question, walks over to the rack, and points to the halter neck cocktail dress with the pleats. "Wear that. It almost looks expensive."
Jerk. She grabs the scarf - ascot tie - and yanks down on it so that Enishi's face is level with hers. "If you're so worried about me embarrassing you, find yourself a fancier date."
He grins, and, annoyingly, her breath catches. "You don't embarrass me, and I don't care what my colleagues think. But the way you get flustered? That appeals to me."
"You suck." She pushes him away, then shimmies out of her blouse and unzips the skirt.
Enishi's eyes flick across Kaoru's mismatched undergarments. His face flushes as he tucks his dumb ascot tie back into place.
Kaoru removes the halter dress from the hanger and slips it over her head, and she smiles to herself. I like it when you get flustered, too, she doesn't say.